Color Money

Ay, call lil' homie to the stage

The one got that color money

Trappin' for the color money

Make it happen for the color money

Three, oh, five, ****

Know what it is

If you wanna get a block, then you should see the man

Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band

Bottles in the club got me screamin', color money

Got her sellin' pussy for the love of the money

Indictments comin' and I really think they comin' for me

Tinted box Chevy

Pussy **** gunnin' for me

Catch a flight to Paris, time to get some other money

You still alive 'cause you **** still runnin' from me

Get it down even if a **** momma know me

Put it down quarter ki in every category

If you real, all we kill for is color money

Fuck where you from 'cause all we deal with is color money

I got a duffle bag that I wanna shop with

Or get another double R to cut the top with

Or hit the booty club and go and get some pussy whip

I might buy a bitch a Benz if I'm pussy whipped

Color money

Color money

Blackjack, black bottles with the black cards

Only **** that you know with two NASCARs

Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump

Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick sucked

Color money got your bitch out on the world tour

My lil' homie mad a million on his girl tour

We back to back and down to whack a **** unborn

Miami **** got 'em changin' all the gun laws

So run, Forrest, got some shooters and they dyin' too

I got more money than that pussy that you're signed to

Survive, who call this a color money conversation

A hunnid stacks, will cover everythin' I'm contemplatin'

Full confrontation, home invasion for the quarter ki

Them cheap ass condos ain't the safest place you wanna be

Call him a C.O. but you better not go call police

So when I see you, I'ma give you what you wanna see

You wanna see?

Color money

Color money

Pussy ****

Rob a **** close to me, you better bring it back

Until the day we even, schemin' till you bring it back

Red rubies on they can't believe a **** rap

Color money still feed **** in the trap

They got the Rollie with the red face

The red ring, **** lookin' like a Fed case

Fuck all these rappers, real talk, 'cause I ain't fuckin' with 'em

Double M, we ballin' way harder than Puff and them

It ain't no love loss, I only see one boss

You lookin' at 'em when they got the guns goin' off

And all the bitches on the staff and they get a check

So bust it open, never test a **** intellect

Color money

Color money

Color money

Color money...